Madam Billionaire

“What’s in Paris? we don’t even have a business partner there.” He asked his Don, but having a terrible feeling that this was all about Amara.

“I have ears Matteo, and I need my right-hand man at his best. And lately, you’ve been leaving too many dead bodies behind. You need to unwind, you’re dealing with your issues, Paolo will go with you and make sure you get it taken care of before you go home.”

“Leo,” he was about to object when Leonardo interrupted his words.

“Matteo, I’m your Don. You will do as you’re told. Besides Amber has been on my ass on this one, so you will do this. Or she’ll be coming for you.”

Matteo was silent and cursed on the inside then keep on listening to his Don when he said that he had his jet waiting for him, and Paolo was already waiting for him downstairs to take him there.

Damn him. He cursed some more but did as he was told to, then both men arrived in Paris just before dawn.

“I hate this city.”

Paolo chuckled looking at Matteo who has been acting like a five years old who didn’t want to eat his veggies.

“You’ve never been a romantic.”

“I don’t see the need to.” Matteo went straight to the minibar once they arrived at their suite.

“Right, and remind me why I’m sent here to babysit you and make sure you’re going home with the beautiful billionaire in your arms?”

“Paolo, you realized that I’m still bloodthirsty right?” he raised his question then drink the Gin and winced from the taste, but then get himself another bottle.

“Those are not M&Ms, boss.”

“No, I know. I’m unwinding. The Don wants me to unwind. So here I am. Relaxing my throat to this clear water.”

Paolo shook his head and told him that he’s going to rest before meeting his woman in a couple of more hours.

“Yeah, I should sleep too. I need my beauty sleep.” Matteo reached for two more minis before he headed to the other room.

He put his guns on the side table and strip his shirt and pants off and rest on the headboard and drink the minis lazily.

It was an hour later when he finally drifted off to sleep. And he was up when his phone buzz with his alarm, it was waking him up to a whole new day in Paris.

This is not a good idea…

He was gulping down on the bottled water while waiting for his coffee to brew. Then he was drinking his first coffee of the day when Paolo was out of his room. He was looking all fresh and sharp after his morning shower when Matteo noticed that his hair was still damp.

Who takes a shower this early in the morning, in Paris?

“You’re sure, you’re not here for that perky assistant of yours?”

“That’s an added bonus, but Leo specifically told me to make sure you don’t screw this up.”

Paolo was to his side and make his coffee while he looked at his Breitling knowing Peter would be down with Amara for their breakfast then their spa appointment in less than an hour.

He had hacked into Peter’s planner, and scheduled their day to match his lover’s. Paolo didn’t even tell his precious Peter that he was coming to Paris, knowing he couldn’t keep a secret from Amara.

“Come on boss, you need to freshen up. We are joining them for breakfast.”

Matteo was not convinced, but his Don had spoken. So he thought might as well do as he was told.

And he was right, going to Paris was not a good idea. He noticed them right away the moment they stepped into the beautifully decorated restaurant. He regrets the decision instantly when he saw them talking to two guys who were looking too comfortable with their surroundings.

“See, I told you. Not a good idea.” Matteo smirked when he saw Paolo was about to go ape on his pretty boy.

“I’m sure they’re just being friendly. Let’s just go to their table,” the big guard said without taking his eyes off his sexy assistant. His demeanor looked calm, but Matteo knows he’s more than ready to shoot someone.

Matteo was amused with Paolo’s rage for a second until the man that was talking to Amara was taking his seat next to her.

“The seat is taken, move.”

Matteo was to their table within moments and put his hand to the pocket of his pants smoothly showing the gun he was concealing and holstered on his belt clip.

“Excuse me?” the man looked at him then to his gun a bit nervously.

“Matteo? what are you doing here?” Amara asked, her expression was unreadable.

“Leo sent me, he said I’ve been leaving too many dead bodies behind,” Matteo replied truthfully making Paolo chuckle when his words easily removed the man who was talking to his precious Peter.

“I said, go!” the brute Italian repeats his words while he lowers his body down as he tries to intimidate the blond young stud in front of him.

His words startled the guy and he quickly joined his friend. Both men didn’t bother to go back to their table and finish their breakfast as they both decided to leave the restaurant quietly.

“That’s just plain rude,” Amara said softly, though she was silently liking his jealous side.

“I know, I’m sorry. I’m not good at this stuff. Do you want me to go?” Matteo hesitated, he looked awkward. Now that his competition was gone, he didn’t know what to do in that exact situation.

“What?! we’ve flown all the way to Paris for you to get better at this stuff. Stay. I’ll give you both some privacy. Come on, Peter.” Paolo, the only man who was right on the path holds out his hand to Peter.

“But I, we… Amara?” our perky Peter was not sure that Amara was good with Matteo, but she nodded to Peter then told him to spend some time with Paolo. Peter hesitated but Paolo was quick to pull him up and whispered that they both need to talk.

The billionaire and the underboss were quiet for the first couple of minutes. Until he reached out his hand and caressed her soft dainty fingers.

“I’ve missed you.” He looked at her as she looked down at his hands.Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

“What happened to your knuckles?” she rubbed his wounded knuckles.

“As I said, I missed you.”

She tugged her lips and gave him her beautiful smile. His heart was beating so fast he thought it would pop out of his ribcage and embarrass him in front of her.

“Aren’t you going to order your breakfast?”

He shook his head and took her hand and kissed her soft vanilla scented knuckles.

“Aren’t you hungry?” she asked nervously to the handsome giant in front of her. She bites her lip and closes her legs when he kissed her hand. She never feels the need to jump a man just by a kiss on the hand. Yet, there she was in the middle of the restaurant feeling like a cat in heat.

“Yes. For you. I could ravish you right here, right now if you kept on looking at me and biting your lip like that.”

She didn’t know where she got the courage from, but she managed to call on the waiter to close her bill then moments later she gets herself up and waited for Matteo.

And thankfully he gets her hints then holds out his hand and ushered her out of the restaurant. They were both quiet until they reach the empty elevator. Then he abruptly kissed her, she was kissing him back as if they haven’t seen each other in years.

“Fuck!” Matteo peeled himself from their hot scorching kiss when the elevator stops on her floor. She laughed playfully and walked out of the elevator, then paced herself faster to her suite until he realized seconds later that she was leaving him behind.

She inserts her key card and opened her penthouse suite and leaves the door open for Matteo. She could hear him calling out her name, she smiled thinking about the exhilarating kiss they just shared.

“Amara…”

She turned around to him, he closed the door behind him with an audible click making her stay still, and bites her still swollen lips from their kiss.

“Bedroom…” he demanded when he reached her and started trailing his soft sensual kisses to her shoulder.

He picked her up easily her legs wrapped to his waist, her dress curled up to her upper thighs making him groan when his hands were holding onto her bare supple skin. Her arms rest on his shoulder lazily when she whispered for him to go to the first room on his left. Then she continued to lick and nibble on his ear.

Matteo was getting so fucking hard from all her teases, then he let her down when he reached her bedroom. He zipped down her dress and let it fall to the floor freely, leaving her in her sheer black lace panties and matching bra.

He could feel her wetness through the panties making him smirk.

“So beautiful, I missed you so fucking much, damn… you smell so so good.” His voice was deep and sensual when he trailed his kisses down from her neck.

He pushed her to the bedroom wall and kneel while pulling down her soaked panties excruciatingly slow. She moaned to his doing, then gripped his strands when he started latching his lips to the wetness between her legs. 

“Matteo… fucking hell!” she cursed louder and keep his head still as she wants more of his kisses.

Sexy… so fucking sexy!